If there're any folks out there
who show no care or shame;
or to the souls who know despair,
This song is in your name.
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There are concrete prisons in each state
where real crooks do their time,
but other cells where lonesome dwells
are called a "state of mind."
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These jails are prisons in some lives
without any walls and bars;
they strangle-hold the lonely souls
who're coping with their scars.
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Some are sentenced up to life
with no parole in sight,
and they will stay in their dismay
as victims in their plight.
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Where , oh where, are friends who care?
Have they no heart or soul?
Compassionless, and emptiness,
oblivious to console
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It is a world where pains unfurl
in someone's comfort search;
and bitter ends may find no friends,
just others who besmirch.
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It's a sad, sad thing when some hearts sting
when pierced by a poisonous word,
but worst of all, is hear no call....
with only silence heard.
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And the lonely cell is a life of hell...
in jail without a gate;
but the prisoners there have a common share....
they sit alone and wait!
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Wait by the wayside lest they find
some inner self release
to live by fain, to fight the pain
for everlasting peace.
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Peace, ah, peace... what a gracious thing
in a world where folks need love,
where they live on and be unknown,
except to God above!
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And someday comes for the lonely ones
when peace will come to all,
for heaven waits for the lone inmates...
who receive their only call!
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By William E. Hardison
copyrights recorded
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